Enveloped in the darkness of her bedroom, laying down in her twin bed, 17 years old Natalia Charles was besides herself.

Tonight was going to be the night she will finally do it.

Her heart was racing a mile a second, beads of sweats coating her skin even if her bedroom windows were wide open, and the cool fall air was whistling through. She was a nervous wreck. The anticipation was killing her.

She licks her now dried lips and gulped thickly when she heard the footsteps getting closer and closer to her door.

During dinner time tonight, he gave her that look she knew all too well. The one that always send a cold shiver down her spine and flips her gut.

"Happy birthday my dear Natalia, I have the perfect gift for you later." He said with smirk and a wink. The double meaning not lost on her.

She averted his lust filled gaze, and swallowed that lump that was forming in her throat.

She looked around the table and watched under her long eyelashes her foster mom sitting at the other end of the dinner table looking at her with disgust.

She quickly bring her eyes back down to her plate and let some of her big curly afro hair falls down over her eyes.

Does she know?

How could she possibly not know?

But she never says anything.

Their 2 kids, Carl and Marissa didn't even look up from their phones to acknowledge her even after hearing it was her birthday.

Not a shock though.

She has been living here since she was 15 years old, and although they were her age, Carl being one year older than her, they never cared to get to know her. And they never failed to let her know her place.

She was below them in their eyes.

She didn't care though.

She has always been alone, looking out for herself and she will continue to do so because what the fuck is the alternative.

This wasn't her first foster home but she was determined to make it her last.

Her mother had dropped her off in front of a police precinct one night as an infant leaving her behind in a cardboard box, wrapped in a blanket and a note.

The note was long gone without her knowing the content of it, but at least they remembered to jot down somewhere the birthday she had written on that piece of paper for her.

Child of the system, for years she was angry at her mom. Jumping from one home to the next, not ever knowing what kind of people she will be encountering was heartbreaking and terrifying for little Natalia.

She ran away a couple of times. She was branded a problem child.

Teenage Natalia didn't have it any better neither. She unfortunately developed rather early. All the flat chested girls in school hated her for all the attention she was getting.

And she had to constantly dodge and avoid entitled assholes who thought it was all OK to just grab her ass, or purposely brush up on her in the crowded hallways.

She had to deal with the sudden lustful looks of the foster dads, had to fight off a couple of so called foster siblings as well.

When the moms and the wives would suspect something, they would quickly return her like an unwanted regifted Christmas gift.

Always one the tallest girls in her classes, she wasn't a stick figure and had actual curve and an ass, she looked way older than she really was.

So when her social worker was bringing her to this house at 15, and warned her not to cause trouble and lie about them because they were good people, she was already exhausted. She prayed that was true, she was willing to make this work until she aged out at 18 and leave.

First impression of the family was OK. They were all super nice when the social worker was doing the introductions. Promises of finally finding a place she can call home, and be happy was thrown at her. Pretty words... And for a moment she believed.

She was desperate to believe. Maybe this was finally her break. When she looked around the 3 story house, she concluded that they were financially comfortable, didn't look like they were drug addicts hurting for that little paycheck the state will send them. So maybe they genuinely wanted to help.

She soon find out that wasn't the case. She was just a maid here that they were getting paid for.

She had no friends, family, noone to care for her. When she spoke to her social worker about the little inappropriate remarks he would throw at her, she was swiftly reprimanded and told to shut her mouth.

"Stop crying wolf!" she was told.

"This is a respectable family. He is very well loved in this community. If you want to leave so badly just grind your teeth and wait for 18 but I will not let you smear them young lady. ."

She didn't say anything back.

Couldn't.

Defeated she was.

She thought of going to the cops, but who'd believe her? It's her words against his.

Her words against a detective who has been on the force for nearly 20 years.

She tried to run away of course, but she was quickly found. He had apparently put a tracker on her phone that she knew nothing about.

But tonight she was ready.

She graduated high school a year early, and have been working for the past year to save. Of course they made her pay rent for her room, which would make it almost impossible to save, but what they didn't know was the fact that she had a second job.

She cleaned their rich friends homes that they knew about, which they demanded she gives them most of her paycheck. So she had to also take gigs they weren't aware of.

In addition thankfully, she had gotten a job at the local library. The one place she knew they wouldn't look for her.

That place was her haven. She'd go there every day and just sit in the back of the room on the floor and read everything she could put her hands on.

It was an escape to her depressing reality. She was there so often, she just started fixing up the place.

That didn't go unnoticed. She was offered a job which she eagerly accepted.

She has been saving every penny she could spare for a night like tonight.

The sound of halted steps and keys behind her door ripped her out of her thoughts.

She turns to her side, slides her hand under her pillow and pretends to be asleep.

*click* the door is unlocked.

She holds her breath and stayed as still as possible almost hoping she could turn invisible.

*Creak*

The door is open.

All she can hear is his already labored breathing and the loud thumping of her heart in her ears.

She fights off the tears battling to come out.

No more crying.

It would only fuel him more.

He comes in and closes the door behind him. It's a little over 3am, his wife is a heavy sleeper, he has no fear of being caught.

She tried to scream in the past, but he quickly reminded her of who he was and how easily he could depose of her body and no-one would ever suspect him.

She can feel him standing next to her head besides the bed.

Still.

Stay still.

Maybe he will go away?

No such luck.

Then her whole body convulsed at the dreaded sound of his voice whispering in her ear.

"I know you are not sleeping baby girl, I've got your gift for you."

Still.

Stay still.

Don't breathe.

"NATALIA!" He whisper yelled, losing his patience.

He forcefully turned her around by her shoulder putting her on her back. She was immediately welcomed with his disgusting cock hovering her face.

Yes... Tonight will indeed be the last night.

She took a deep breath, look up at his grinning face when she grabs on to his cock.

A strange calm rushed over her.

He was too busy making her stroke him just like he showed her when she was 15 to notice the left hand that was still under her pillow.

As he tilted his head back, lost in his pleasure...

*Slice*

Then a gutteral deafening scream followed suit.

She froze for a few seconds, looking at him slumping on the ground, tears and and snots coming out of him, and blood... Can't forget all the blood.

Ah danm !! she didn't cut it all off.

She looked at her hand with the bloody knife and regretted she didn't get a bigger one, because part of his dick was now hanging off like a broken branch of a tree.

She wanted him to be dickless but this will have to do.

She quickly got up, drags out the duffel bag she had prepared, too excited to hear all the shit he was now screaming at her.

There's banging on the door.

Guess she wasn't such a deep sleeper after all.

On her way out the window, she turned back one last time to see him watch her with so much hatred she would have been scared shitless if he wasn't holding his almost detached dick in his hand.

"Mark my words bitch, I'll find you. There's no rat hole you can escape to that I won't find and make you pay for this."

"Tell me detective, how do you plan on explaining why you were in my room in the middle of the night with your dick out?"

His eyes widened at the realization.

And just as the door was about to get broken down, she jumped out of the window laughing.

The sound of her laughter startled her a bit. It's been awhile.

She ran as fast as she could couple of blocks down from the house, and hopped on her little second hand Toyota she bought last week that they knew nothing about and drove out of the city.

"Should have sharpen the knife more."

Hiiii guys, please let me know what are your thoughts on this so far. I was thinking on writing the whole thing first than post it, but I really want to know what you guys think before I keep going.

Stay healthy.

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Sorry for any errors, will edit later.